Oops, didn't mean for it to be so long before I posted again. Sorry :S I hope this was worth the wait. Let me know. :)

Catherine was perched on the counter when Louis entered the kitchen. It had taken a few minutes for him to be able to move from the bathroom after she had dropped the bombshell but his need to check on her got his brain functions back in gear. He was trying his best to remain calm until he knew why she was acting this way. A niggling thought in the back of his mind told him that she didn't want him or his baby and he felt sick at the possibility. They been together less than a year but he had been admiring her from afar for as long as he'd known her and his fondness of her had only grown. Now that he had her, he never wanted to give her up.

Louis approached Catherine slowly but she never flinched, looking down at the glass of water in her hands. Neither of them knew what to say. He inched his way a little closer until he was right in front of her, but still she didn't acknowledge him.

"Catherine?" He said quietly. He saw her twitch slightly but she refused to look at him. He carefully reached out to place a hand on her exposed thigh, glad that she didn't seem agitated by the move but he noticed that she was watching his hand, which was an indication that he had least had her attention. "Catherine, please talk to me."

"What is there to say?" She finally responded, refusing to look up.

"I want to know why you're so unhappy about this." Louis tenderly caressed her thigh. She didn't reply but took a sip of water before lowering the glass to her lap again. Louis used his free hand to tilt her chin so that she would look at him. "Come on, answer me." She gazed at him for a few seconds.

"It's all wrong." She replied shakily, looking away again. Louis frowned.

"What is? That we made a baby?"

Catherine stared at her hands for a few more moments before hopping down from the counter and laying down her glass as she brushed past him. "I don't want to do this now. I'm tired. I think you should leave."

Louis sighed, trying to cover up the hurt she was causing him. "I'll leave if it's what you really want but it doesn't mean I don't care or don't want to be involved, Catherine. You're not doing this alone and you're not keeping me out."

Catherine watched as Louis went back upstairs to get properly dressed and collect his things before turning to stare out the window. She couldn't form a coherent thought anymore. She didn't even really know herself what she wanted. Becoming pregnant again was the last thing she ever expected, or wanted, to happen and she had no idea how she was going to make things work.

Louis returned a short while later with his holdall, bringing her out of her reverie, and her stomach dropped a little. They stared at each other for a moment, both frustrated with the situation. Catherine was the first to look away and she led him to the door, still contemplating whether she should let him leave or not.

"Call me if you need me, okay? And don't get worked up about this, we'll sort it all out when you're ready." Louis placed a hesitant kiss against her cheek and, before Catherine could stop him from going, he was out the door. She watched his car pull away from her drive from the window then closed the blinds to block out the sunlight and moved to the sofa, flopping down onto it. She took a deep breath and fought back tears, feeling so confused. She didn't know why she was acting the way she was. Louis was the most decent man she had been with and she knew he would stand by her. But a baby just didn't fit in with her life now.

In another part of Las Vegas, Louis Vartann was now laying in bed trying to sort out his head too. He and Catherine had been getting relatively serious and he had already cogitated a future with her. Admittedly, a baby at this stage in their relationship was a little fast because he hadn't even told Catherine how he really felt about her yet but he believed it was meant to happen whether they felt ready for it or not. However, he still couldn't understand Catherine's reaction to the news and began to worry that she didn't see a future between them like he did or feel the same way about him. All of these thoughts swirled around in Louis' mind, giving him a headache.

Eventually glancing at the clock, he found that two hours had passed and he wasn't even close to getting any sleep yet. He suddenly felt that he wanted to talk to Catherine. To check that she was alright more than anything but also to get some things off his chest. Getting up from his bed, he grabbed his phone, found Catherine at the top of his speed dial list and hit the call button.